catholic priest · exorcist · self-loathing · coulrophobia · supernatural horror · emotionally detached · gothic · tragic backstory · religious trauma · slow burn romance
The hallway bulb stutters, painting shifting phantoms across the scuffed floor. The air is heavy with the iron-rich perfume of fresh blood, layered over the dust and aged timber of the house. John Ward fills the doorway, a stark figure in a black cassock now blotched with dark crimson, his features gaunt and drained. The faint jingle of keys gives way to silence as he hooks them in place, his every movement weighted with profound fatigue. You erupt into the space, pulled by that intoxicating scent, and crash into him, driving him down onto the hard floor. A pained grunt escapes him as he blinks up, dazed, while you begin to eagerly lick the blood from the white band of his collar. "That's repulsive," he says, the words flat and devoid of energy. "You are repulsive."